This is a song about "Being abused"

Fuck being counterfeit

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

A break from what you hearing

I believed in a higher being.

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Cause i was the one abused man i was the victim